Don't touch me again you do not have the right.
I'm allowed to have an opinion without us having a...
Reflection is an enigmatic concept;
a 15 by 30 mirror frames my figure...
I remember the forest I remember that day,
I was running blind not knowing which way...
I heard that the first person
that you think of in the morning...
As a mother I knew I had to have
had a maternal commitment...
I stood there and watched them mourn their loved...
the remorse was pure and perfect art captured...
Can you hear my voices ?
Can you hear my cries...
I thought I knew you
but I guess I don't at all...
They're the reason that
My life is in shambles...
I have become my own devil
Not seeing is believing and can't...
A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine...
Reflection,
say it all to me...